The road through the field leads straight to the church as the sun sets. The light falls softly on the walls and everything looks very peaceful.

After the rain, the cobblestones in the yard shine so much that it seems as if the whole stone has become wet glass. The silence is such that even a step could be heard.

Posle kiše, kaldrma u dvorištu tako lepo svetluca. Čovek bi samo seo tu i ćutao.

The golden domes catch the last of the evening light so cleanly. It makes the whole place feel quiet and steady.

This monastery on the hill, with the morning mist around, looks very peaceful. The light is soft and everything seems to be still.

Got up early this morning and baked two batches of prosphora for Sunday liturgy. The kitchen smelled like fresh yeast and the crosses came out clean on every loaf this time. My wife said they looked better than last month when I rushed it.

I'm currently reading The Pilgrim's Progress. Last night I came to the place where the elder says that prayer must be kept in the heart even when your hands are busy with business. This is exactly what happens in my kitchen when I bake pies for Sunday. Tomorrow morning we will go to service, and then at home we will cook Lenten borscht, as always at the beginning of Philip’s Lent.

A ray of light falls on an old stone floor. It's quiet inside, as if time has stopped.